out this year, in fact, the name of the song is, as the whole album is in black and white, mikhail shaffutinskyive without each other, let indifference flow in waves, sadness flows like a waterfall, only all that passed between us, i don’t want to let go, i’ll write it in black and white, stop, stop, stop. like it or not, but i will always, yours, yours, yours, i will write it in black and white, our plot, i just love you, that’s my whole secret, every day you have become further and further. then time rushes forward, in this life i have again lost to sad fate in a turn, how easy it has become for us to get lost in this crazy crowd, memories knocking on our souls, i think about you, what? i’ll write it in black and white, wait, wait, wait, whether you want it or not, i’ll always yours, yours, yours, i’ll write it in black and white, our plot, i just love you , you’re my whole secret , i’ll write it in black and white, our plot, i just love you, here... you’re my whole secret, i just love you you, that’s my whole secret, secret, secret, mish, the author of this song, a girl from novo-kuznetsk, l

life, you can easily find on the website of the first channel 1tv.ru, but now, uncle pasha, mikhail shaffutinskysha, resident our yard, not a traveler, but a cheerful musician, uncle pasha, although he was busy in the morning, by lunchtime he had a ban tied around his neck. from the store he brought two checks with his neighbors, as always, he used it throughout his life, he wore out two suits for the wedding, three boys lost uncle pasha, a sorcerer from childhood dreams, on order, he could play whatever you wanted, he taught us the yard boys, on the guitar, to select three chords, but he pocket, he didn’t carry party cards, he didn’t trust his superiors at all, he ’d worn out two suits throughout his life, lost three boys at weddings, uncle. pasha, a shabbat intellectual, did not like city events, but his shabby instrument cried at simple and honest people’s holidays, but he never asked a penny from anyone, how much they gave, he never checked, because he had two suits in life. worn out three button accordions at weddings, lost uncle basha, oh, what can i say, it would be better to sing, but fo

white, on the air of the podcast melodies of my life, my name is valery syutkin, my guest is mikhail shaffutinskyhere are songs from alexander yakovich rozimbaum, from oleg mitya. i know that there are also very my dear song about pasha, yes uncle pasha, uncle pasha, uncle pasha, which was written by fedya soloviev. an amazing musician, perfect, magnificent, guitarist, singer, so, just a real one, we are very friendly with him , so it would also be very appropriate, the only thing, since it goes there, the storyline of the song, actually takes us back to your young years, because that well, we, as musicians , understand each other perfectly well, that behind the delights of our work, the love of the audience, it is always work and deprivation... difficulties and here is one the line in this song captures my attention as much as possible, this is what he lost, how do you say it’s right there, he ’s worn out two suits in his life, two suits for weddings , lost three button accordions, lost, but lost button accordions and...